My compassion! My conscious! My soul!
O the crying of the wounded,
The desolate left alone.
Who’s there to balm their broken heart?
O Self! My self! Rise up and lend a hand.
Show up—for you, the call is here—for you, the time is now;
In the gutter, the forsaken suffers—YOU have much to give;
Take the call! Hear the call! If you don’t serve, then who does?
O Self! My self! Rise up and lend a hand.
O Self! My self! Give healing across the land.
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O Self! My Self. Rise up and Lend a Hand
by Stephanie Daich
